by Crystal L. Kirkham
A co-worker once asked me how I deal with a job that makes them want to gouge their eyes out.
“Well,” I explained, “a sensible person would give up the will to live, start stress eating away the pain, and then go home to drink themselves into a stupor.”
“Is that what you do?”
“No,” I said, “I’m not sensible.”
“So, what do you do?”
I smiled and pull a jar from the drawer of my desk. A dozen eyeballs stare at us from within the clear liquid. “I gouge out the eyes of the people who piss me off.”
Crystal L. Kirkham
Crystal L. Kirkham resides in rural Alberta. She’s an avid outdoors person, unrepentant coffee addict, part-time foodie, servant to a feline, and companion canines. She’s a multi-genre speculative fiction writer who believes in following the story where it takes her.
Find out more on her and her work at www.crystallkirkham.com